Ray and Iskeld, who had broken up with Seto after a small disturbance in the stable, were heading to the boardroom.

"Was it Seto? I thought he would mess with Ray when he broke up, but he said.

　Ray shrugs slightly at Iskeld, who tells him as he looks to a remote dormitory.

"The same premises must be large." It's a little far away, but it's not that different from staying at the inn. She can come where I am whenever she wants to."
"It doesn't taste very good to see Gryphon walking about the premises in a situation where little is known about Seto. I need to let you know about that later..."

　Iskeld muttered to himself about his treatment of Seto, but it ended when he arrived at the dormitory.

"I've seen it before, but it's so powerful to look at it again.

　Ray has set foot in a place that also has history, but he still mutters deeply into the building in front of him.

(Well, I'm not so surprised to know the castle of the Vestian Empire.)

　Compared to the castle I visited several times in the imperial capital, the dormitory in front of me is not so surprising.

"I suppose so," The military academy has some history."

　As he says so, a man emerges from the entrance of the dormitory.
　Although he looks like a man in his thirties, he is so thin that he hardly looks like a military academy teacher.
　It's a little too much to say that only bones and skins... but I don't think I'm on the staff of the military academy.

(No, not all the officers at the military academy have been trained. I think there are some clerical workers like that.

　Still, Ray had a strong feeling that he was an instructor when it came to the military academy, so he couldn't get rid of his discomfort.

"How do you do, Mr. Ray?" My name is Samaroon. I'm going to take care of Ray this time."
"The caregiver?"

　Ray turns to Iskeld at the words of the man who called himself Samaroon.
　As he looked for an explanation, Iskeld nods back, taking it for granted.

"I'm busy with my duties as Knight Commander. It's special today, though. That's why Ray needs someone to talk to when something happens, right? That's him."
"As Iskeld said, if you have any trouble, please consult me. I don't say that I can help everything, but I will still do my best."
"Well, then, if anything happens, please take care of me."

　Samaroon nods back with a smile at Ray's words.

"Yes. I'm glad to be with Ray, who is famous as a great wizard."
"The Great Wizard?"

　Ray shakes his head when he doesn't know what he's been told for a second at the unexpected honorifics.
　Ray himself doesn't recognize himself as a wizard.
　Of course, it is difficult for a person to recognize himself as a wizard by wielding a huge sickle that is taller than he is and pushing himself into the enemy.
　Ray himself recognized himself as a wizard.
　That's why I was surprised by Samaroon's words, which he said were unexpected.
　But Samaroon doesn't seem to care about Ray's embarrassment, and continues with a happy smile.

"Yes, a tornado of flames powerful enough to destroy the enemy forces. I can't imagine at all what kind of magic composition it is and how much magic it takes to do it. I've heard that you can use magic that consumes a lot of magic. And most importantly..."
"Oh... wait."

　Iskeld interrupts Samaroon, who continues to spin his words if he doesn't say enough.

"What!"
"...you don't get hot when it comes to magic."

　The friendly, well-informed tone of voice indicated that the two had not met for the first time or met several times, but that they had a solid acquaintance.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I'm getting hot, but I have to get back to work. He's a Knight Commander, and he's busy with all sorts of things."
"Now that you mention it," I used to think I'd leave the Knight Commander to someone like Iskeld. I wonder what the Duke of Quent is thinking."
"I'm still a popular Knight Commander with the people,"

　Samaroon shakes his head with a sigh when he hears the word popular.
　It could not have been more irritating to the viewer.
　Indeed, Iskeld looked at Samaroon with a twitch in his cheek.

"Do you mind? Don't act like you're a physical warrior and a wizard who uses magic."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
"Have a good time?" I feel like I'm being made to participate in a comical show. Don't you think so?"

　Samaroon turns to Ray, saying, "A wizard will understand."

"Ah... I'm, if anything, a warrior who uses magic." As for the Wizard..."
"Why! Magic is the most sacred power in the world! It's different from the power of any brain muscle!"
"...you, even me, who is gentle, will get angry.
"Huh! Are you gentle?" --that's interesting, isn't it?"
"Well, tell me exactly what's interesting,"

　For some reason Ray interrupts, unable to stand the increasingly harsh atmosphere just talking.

"Iskeld is busy in many ways, isn't he?" Samaroon said that he would show me to his room, so I think we ought not to waste our time here."

　Wondering why he was... not a pattern, Ray still tells the two who were at odds with each other.
　Whether they understood Ray's feelings or simply didn't want to waste any more time, they look at each other silently when they shut up. ...no, glaring at each other.
　The divergence of gaze was at the same time, meaning that we couldn't breathe any more.

"I can't help it. I'll keep Ray's face up here."
"That's my word. If Iskeld stays here, his brain muscles will be infected."
"Hey, you're not treating me like a brain muscle,"

　When the conversation begins again, Ray sighs, saying that there is no action.

(And yet, Iskeld has so many different faces.)

　That's what Ray thought after watching Iskeld for a while.When Ray comes to Graciale, he has a dignified attitude, and when he is leading Ray to the military academy, he has a somewhat relaxed atmosphere, and when he communicates with Samaroon, he deals with rotten relations.
　People change attitudes from person to person, but it was still interesting to see that attitudes were so different that it was easy to understand.

"Hmm, remember," I'll remind you one day."
"That's it. Don't keep getting brain muscle patients forever."

　After each other's conversation, which seemed like nothing more than a curse to Ray, the conversation was settled.
　Iskeld turns to Ray and opens his mouth.

"Well, I'll let you go," I'm going to leave the rest to you, but I'm sorry to trouble you. Needless to say, as long as you train yourself as an instructor, don't worry about whether you're a child of a noble family or an ordinary person. If someone who has been educated like that joins the Knights, that would be more annoying."
"...even if you say so." In the first place, I'll be teaching here until spring, at the earliest, two months... no matter how long it may be, there won't be three months."
"I know, but there's someone as strong as you who teaches. Then the impact will never be small. And yet...."

　There, Iskeld stifled, but Samaroon interrupts him.

"I'm sure it will affect the teachers and the staff because they don't do anything to hold back from the nobility."
"... well, I'm looking forward to the results." Have a good meal, Samaroon."

　Tell them all, and Iskeld leaves.
　Looking back, Samaroon muttered uninterestingly.

"Well, I think I'll be fine as long as I eat properly. That brain muscle."

　Nevertheless, it was not Ray's imagination that he felt that the language had become softer.
　But the atmosphere disappears in seconds.
　That's as good as saying that it was a vision or something.

"...Excuse me, Mr. Ray. That's what happens when I meet that brain muscle. I'll show you to your room."
"Oh, please,"

　Samaroon takes them into the staff dormitory.
　It must be for the sake of class now. There is little sign of people.
　go straight up the stairs to the second floor
　a room just up the stairs That was the room ready for Ray.

"Here you go,"

　When you're prompted inside, you'll find almost everything you need: beds, desks, chairs, sofas and jugs that would be for guests.

"Well..."
"What do you think? I think I've prepared it in my own way."
"Oh, that's all right. Most of the things and tools you need are in it."
"... Come to think of it, there's a rumor that Ray has an item box..."

　Samaroon mutters dumbfounded at Ray's right-hand mistling.
　The rumor was a rumor, and he didn't seem to believe Ray had an item box at all.

"""Item boxes are wonderful. ...what?"

　Samaroon, who had been staring passionately at Ray's right arm, suddenly turned to the window.
　There was a bird figure there.
　If that were all it would have been, it would have ended up being just a little bird with little wariness.
　In fact, Ray had some discomfort with the little bird -- he wouldn't run away even though there were people there -- but that's it.
　But Samaroon seems to be different from Ray, who sees the little bird and lets out a small sigh.

"Are you the principal?" ...that is, bring Mr. Ray?"

　He nods back slightly to Samaroon's words, asking the bird.
　Then, as if to tell them to come quickly, they repeatedly stamp themselves where they stand.
　It even looked like a bird stepping on clogs.

"All right, I'll be there in a minute." ...I'm sorry, Mr. Ray. Originally, I was going to take you to the principal's office tomorrow, but the principal asked me to do so. If you don't mind, could you come with me to the principal's office?"
"Well, I don't mind... errand-monger or something?"

　When she asks, remembering the angel Yero created by the dragon language magic that Elena uses, Samaroon nods with a sigh.

"Yes. The dean has a lot of magic skills and sometimes he uses errands like this to give instructions to his staff. To be honest, some people say they're not used to it."
"Samaroon looks used to it?"
"Yes. I'm a wizard even though I look like this."

　Samaroon smiled a little, but from Ray's point of view I was convinced by his appearance.
　Unlike Iskeld, whose body was full of muscles, Samaroon's body is thin.
　It didn't seem like a very close combat, and with a cane, it would certainly look like a typical wizard.

(Or a scholar?)

　Considering his interactions with Iskeld, he thinks he's probably a wizard, and makes a footsteps as if to say, "Come early."
　When Samaroon sees it, he sighs when he can't help it.

"All right, don't rush me so fast. Let's go, Mr. Ray. The dean seems to want to see Ray soon."

　Perhaps dissatisfied with the remark, the bird steps again.

"... I see. It's a little interesting to be an errand-monger, and it might be a good idea to listen."
"Mr. Ray must have a Gryphon,"

　As he said, Samaroon left the dormitory with Ray, perhaps because he understood it would be troublesome if he kept the school president waiting any longer.